Percy Jackson, Angel of Chaos

Chapter 13: Oh dear Percy's pissed then unconscious

(A/N) I'm so sorry it took so long! My laptop has been having some technical issues (it crashed), and wouldn't allow me online except at random point of the day. The next chapter will be up a lot sooner to compensate. Once again, I'm so so so sorry!

Disclaimer; I'm no miracle worker, therefore I am not the god who wrote Percy Jackson.

Thalia's P.O.V

I watched as Percy narrowly missed death, and yet acted as if this was a daily occurrence for him. Then he stormed into his tent, my lady hot on his heels.

The hunters and I shared incredulous looks. I knew that he was Prince of the Universe, yet I never thought how serious his role was. The way he dressed, acted and even the look in his eyes, that seemed to have seen everything- a great sadness and regret, made him seem like a different man. His face was brooding and weary, as if he was tired of living, but he carried on for others. Then I realised what it was. It was Percy's years of guilt and regret channelled into his powers, making him even more deadly.

I was ripped from my thoughts by a shrill scream. I whipped around to see a battalion of monsters clad in white- Order's favourite colour. The scream had come from Poppy, who was currently being held in the air by her throat in the greasy grip of Percy's favourite monster- the Minotaur.

Hearing the scream, Percy and Artemis rushed out, only to be greeted by the hordes of monsters in front of us. First shock, then a terrifying look of fury morphed on Percy's face, scaring the shit out of the monsters in front of him.

"I will give you three seconds to put down the girl, turn around and walk away." Percy said in a dangerously calm voice.

Most of the monsters looked around, considering his offer, but the Minotaur held his ground, gripping little Poppy tighter. Percy's jaw clenched tightly when she let out a strangled whimper.

"So be it." Percy said, whipping out a bow. My heart thudded in my chest. Percy was the best swordsman of the last 300 years, but was also the worst archer...well, ever.

He notched an arrow and pulled back on the string. I held my breath as he sent his oldest enemy one last glare before sending the arrow flying through the air.

Astonishingly, it shot dead centre through the monster's forehead. The Minotaur looked up, cross eyed at the arrow, a look of confusion on his ugly face. He muttered "Ow" before crumbling into dust, sending Poppy hurtling towards the ground, the lack of air from the Minotaur's grip rendering her unconscious.

Percy raced forward and caught her just in time, draping her over his back protectively before yelling "ATTACK!".

We jumped into battle without a second thought, hungry for vengeance.

I whipped out Aegis and readied my spear. Charging it with a deadly amount of electricity, I sprung my attack on a couple of unsuspecting empousa.

I thrust my spear through the chest of the first, her eyes widening comically with shock before being cast back to Tartarus. The second was not so stupid, choosing to parry my swipes with a sword of her own. Her hair burst into flames whilst she glared daggers at me, fury dancing in her eyes. Her kind had hurt one of my sisters, so I hurt one of theirs. But one was not worth the dignity of a hunter, so I was intent on pulverizing many more.

She brought her sword down in a deadly arc, leaving her left side completely defenceless, giving me enough time to ram my spear into her kidney (if she even had one). She bent over and screeched in pain, before I silenced her by sticking my spear into her throat.

A chilling sensation groped at my spine, and I whipped around just in time to see a huge hell-hound taking a swipe at me with its dinner plate sized paw. I quickly shoved my spear into its chest, and watched its dust blow away in the wind. It was rather satisfying.